Council and the Order—it had not been a good year for dragonkind.
“I killed him.” Ferro’s blunt statement came as a surprise.
“You. You killed him?” she asked skeptically. “Luthor was one of the most powerful dragons in the world,” she explained. “He was one of the oldest members of the Council as well. You don’t just ‘kill him.’”
Ferro’s eyes had been downcast, but they came up now at the disbelief in her voice.
“I am aware of who he was,” he said stonily.
She backed away slightly at the sudden change in his attitude.
The silver-gray eyes saw that, and his expression crumpled, his entire body sagging. “I know who he was,” he said again, this time his voice a ghost of a whisper.
“Who was he?” she asked, sensing there was more to it than that.
“He was my son,” Ferro told her.
The anguish in his voice broke her heart, and at the same time she gasped, the realization dawning on her just who it was she was holding.
Chapter Six
Ferro
He cleared his throat, trying to do away with the lump that had become stuck there, while furiously blinking his eyes, trying to stop whatever it was that was making them water.
You are not fooling anyone. Whoever she is, she seems to make it easy for you to open up. Take advantage of that.
His head was pushing into her arms, and as she tugged on him slightly, Ferro felt his body sway closer toward her. The ease with which he was able to do so scared him. He didn’t know a thing about her besides her name.
Ana.
It was a beautiful name, one that simply rolled off his tongue. Ah-Nah. He loved it. Part of him wanted to say it over and over again. Her name complemented her beauty perfectly. And a beauty she was.
She was a few inches under six feet in height, tall for a woman. But that wasn’t what drew him to her. It was her hair. She kept it cut short, falling just to past her jawline. Most of it was platinum blonde, so bright it reflected the moon’s light like a mirror. There was a section that was different. Down her left side an inch-wide streak of hair blacker than the darkest night fell, surrounded on all sides by its polar opposite.
The unusual hair combination, which he could tell was one hundred percent natural, perfectly framed the face he had been staring at for the past while. Her bangs fell to either side, cut the same length as the rest of her hair. That gave him a perfect view of the vivid blue eyes that shone brightly at him, filled with worry and the desire to comfort, all wrapped up in a bundle of shock.
“He was your…son,” she breathed, her hair bouncing slightly, sending ripples of light through it in a mesmerizing pattern.
Ferro nodded.
She pulled him tight to her. He didn’t fight it, though it made him nervous to let his guard down so quickly with someone he had never met. Hugging her felt so natural, so easy, that it was hard not to just let go and let himself rest against her. She was thickly built, with a shifter’s muscle covered by ample amounts of curves that stirred a primal reaction from between his legs.
Not now, he told his brain. He needed to know more about her before he fell into such a trap. Besides, she still has a hole in her leg. It would be polite to let that heal before you try to sleep with her.
He kissed her cheek gently, feeling his composure return. Pulling back from her embrace, but not out of reach of her touch, he considered what he considered another oddity about her.
She had piercings.
Not many. There were two in each ear, both tasteful studs that added a flair of classic beauty to her. The third was in her nose. It was a small gold hoop on the right side. To his surprise, he loved it. Piercings were rare among shifters because they closed up immediately upon removal. Many found it too tedious to continue having their ears pierced, so they just didn’t bother.
Not Ana. She seemed to like them, and the fact that she had so many told him that it was an integral part of who
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